THE NAMELESS MAIDEN
An anonymous poem
- MAID, I
dare not tell her name;
- For fear I should disgrace her,
- Tempted a young man for to come
- One night for to embrace her.
- When at the door he made a stop, he made a stop,
- Then she lay still, and snoring cry'd,
- "The latch will up, the latch will up."
-
- This young man, hearing of her words,
- Pull'd up the latch and entered;
- But in the room unfortunately
- To her mother's bed he ventured.
- When the poor maid was sore afraid,
- And almost dead, and almost dead;
- Then she lay still, and snoring cry'd,
- "To the truckle bed, to the truckle bed."
-
- Unto the truckle bed he went,
- But as this youth was a-going,
- The unlucky cradle stood in his way,
- Which had almost spoil'd his wooing.
- When after this the maid he spy'd, the maid he spy'd,
- Here she lay still, and snoring cry'd,
- "To th'other side, to th'other side."
-
- Unto the other side he went,
- To show the love he meant her;
- Pull'd off his clothes courageously,
- And fell to the work he was sent for.
- And the poor maid made no reply, made no reply,
- But she lay still, and snoring cry'd,
- "A little too high, a little too high."
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- This lusty lover half ashamed,
- Of her gentle admonition,
- He thought to charge her home again,
- As e'er a girl could wish him.
- "Why now my love, I'm right I know, I'm right I know."
- Then she lay still, and snoring cry'd,
- "A little too low, a little too low."
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- But by mistake, at length this youth
- His business so well 'tended,
- He hit the mark so cunningly,
- He defy'd all the world to mend it.
- "Well now, my love, I'm right I swear, I'm right I swear."
- Then she lay still, and snoring cry'd,
- "Oh there! just there! O there! just there!"
"The Nameless Maiden"
is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921. |
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